Thursday, August 28, 2008

So in a few short days, the thing I've been working towards for the past year will be here. Am I ready? At this point, it's kind of a moot point, as I will be toeing the start line come Sunday morning regardless.I know it will be hot.I know it will be long.I know it will hurt.I know that there will be times when I am not enjoying myself.I know that there will come a point at which I would like to stop.But I will not stop.I will keep swimming, I will keep pedaling, I will keep putting one foot in front of the other until I reach the finish line. And if something happens and I don't finish, I will know that I have given it my all.I am going into this race knowing that I have the full support of an incredible number of people, and for this, I thank you, and come Sunday, I hope not just to become an Ironman, but to make you proud.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

When the UK/UofL game got moved to the same day as IM Lou, it didn't bother me too much (tho, UK is being a big bunch of pussies, oh poor babies, you'll miss out on a rest day), but the closer it gets, I'm starting to get pissed.

Not at the game, per say (but I still bet some drunk redneck will get arrested when he gets mad about traffic and ends up on the race course), but at the people who had been planning to come down to the race and cheer, or better yet, volunteer, but have now decided that watching a football game on tv is more important.

Christ, people, there is a major sporting event happening in your hometown that actually has at least one person you know personally competing in it! Show some freaking support!

Friday, August 22, 2008

I didn't want to do my swim workout.I didn't feel at all like doing my swim workout.I was going to skip my swim workout.Bu then I sat down to watch the Olympics, and felt like a wuss.So I went to the pool.And completely rocked my swim workout.

As the race gets closer (eek!), I've been making an attempt to go to bed earlier. While I am sleeping more, I still tend to wake up six or eight times a night, and am having really bizarre dreams...

I had a dream the other night that I was on the US Olympic swim team as a back up. Not an alternate, but a back up, as in, I could have stepped in and swum for anyone, men included. The whole team roomed together in a barracks style room, and we each had a twin bed, but Michael Phelps was too tall for his, so he was not comfortable. (on a side note, Michael Phelps is magic. And ripped. I kinda want to climb him like a tree)

Last night I had a dream that someone rang my doorbell at midnight, so I hid, then it rang again at 6am, so I got my gun (which in real life, I do not have), took the safety off (which I wouldn't know how to do), and answered the door. It was my co-worker and her husband, and I tried to explain why I pulled a gun on them, as they were not the same people who rang the bell at midnight.

I fully expect the dreams just to keep getting more surreal - aliens, maybe?